A.N. : Hey this is my first time writing with an accent. So I'm sorry if it looks weird or if I'm wrong on a lot of things... Anyways, in this ReaderxScotland the only set bio I have for you is that your name is Kyna and you have medium length hair! Also this story is being told from your perspective. That's all! Thank you for reading, tell me of any grammar or spelling mistakes I missed! ... Also this is my first time posting on FF so please tell me if I messed up on something OTL

Ch.1 I Spy With My Little Eye..

" Ya sure ya guys don' need any help? " I pestered the movers with an unsure look, making sure the door was open enough for the burly men to move through.

" Aye, aye! We told ya plenty'a times that we're fine! " one of the men answered as he set down a large box in the living room. He stood up and scratched his scruffy mustache with his thumb before latching his hands on his hips. " Jus' go out an' stock up on some vittles and we'll finish 'ere! "

" Aye," the other man agreed as he set his box down next to the one Scruffy had set, " Ya jus' moved 'ere afta all! Gettin' close ta sundown as well. Don' wanna starve tanight do ye? " he adjusted his hat and smiled at me.

I let out a defeated sigh and smiled back at them, " A'right a'right, I'll go. Jus' lock up if ya finish before I'm back!" I held up a key dangling from a chain, showing them that I wouldn't be locked out, before jumping out the door and heading down the street.

" Hmmm... Well this is Gallow Street... " I wondered out loud to myself, trying to make sense of the map that I help up in front of my face. Remembering that I was walking on a street I quickly jumped over the curb into the dirt, stepping back a bit near a tree to make sure I was a safe distance away. I squinted down at the map and then back up at the street signs. " So.. I should jus' have ta go down to the right then up th' left! A'right! Th' store's not that far away after all! " I grinned to myself and stuffed the map into my coat pocket.

I took a deep breath, getting prepared for another bolt across the street, but something suddenly stopped me. ' What is that? ' I questioned as I looked at the bushel of trees behind me. There was a peculiar scent in the air and the feint sound of crashing waves grew a bit. I just stared at the wall of nature, unsure if I should venture through or not. Upon seeing a small break between some thorn bushes, a smile broke on my face and I accepted the challenges and swerved through under the leafy shadows.

I had to stop at one time, cursing to myself as I was forced to tie up my hair, tired of the branches and thorns catching onto my hair; guess I should have brushed my hair today. It was also becoming a bother with my coat sleeves getting snagged sometimes, thankfully it's thick so it never got too caught. The farther I maneuvered through though, the stronger the scent became and it smelt so familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it just yet.

Soon I started to hear someone's voice, a man's voice. I slowed down my steps and made sure I only stepped on a bald spot of dirt, avoiding leaves and branches; this didn't need to become a cliche movie after all. An opening started to show as the group of trees started to thin out. I decided to hide behind a tree once I was able to understand the voice clearly.

" Aye, aye. Ah understand a'ready! So what do ya want ta do? " the voice coated with a thick Scottish accent questioned someone. I slowly leaned my head forward, trying to see around the tree at who was there. I didn't hear a clear reply from who he was talking to, only a soft, mutter of a squeak came to ear. " Ah, is that so..? " the Scot started again but trailed off a bit.

I was able to see a bit of the man now. From what I could see, he was wearing a navy blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants.

" Well then let's start. " The Scot dropped a cigar next to him and then smothered out the smoke with his shoe.

' That's what the smell was! ' my eyes widened a bit at the first mystery being unexpectedly figured out. I couldn't believe I didn't realize it before! I've always been around those damn things, how could I have not known? My eyebrows dug down above my eyes as I started to get lost in the puzzling thoughts of if the reason was maybe the brand of the cigar or the smell of damp trees and the sea breeze mixed in with it made it different.

" Aye spai, wit me liddle eye... " the Scot started to chant as he tilted his head up a bit.

I was too lost in thought to notice that I was still leaning forward. Soon I was able to blandly notice his full body. He was fairly tall with messy auburn hair, his left hand in his pants pocket and his right one hanging at his side.

" A liddle... Sneak. " he suddenly swung around and his piercing emerald eyes were automatically locked onto mine.

I froze in place, my breath trapped in my throat and my eyes wide in horror at being caught. ' HOW DID HE...! '.

" Oi! " he started with a step toward me and that was enough to snap me out of it. Without even thinking about it I had already darted back into the woods snicket. " Oi! Get back here! " he bursted out.

The sound of leaves crunching behind me made me forced my legs to a sprint. I could still hear him yelling behind me but I never looked back even once; not even as thorns grazed the side of my face did I turn my sights. Soon I came out at the streets again, I stopped for a second to check where I was. ' Still Gallow Street ' I nodded to myself before bolting off again at the sound of him closing in.

" STOP! " he yelled one last time before he jumped out from the trees into the street, only to see that I was already gone